Magic Box Poem by Angela Wybrow

In my magic box, I would put:

The music from a carousel;
The magic from a wishing well;
The beauty of a butterfly;
The sparkle seen in joyous eyes;
The perfume of a garden rose;
The spectacle of a West End show;
The coolness of a summer breeze;
The colours seen on autumn trees;
The warmth that is felt from the sun;
The sweetness of a sticky bun;
The cuteness of a teddy bear;
The fun that is had at the fair;
The shimmer upon a glassy lake;
The lacework of a winter snowflake;
The sound of the waves upon the shore;
The cry of the seagulls as they soar;
The radiance of a golden sunrise;
The fluffiness of a cloud up in the skies;
The freshness of snow, new and white;
The twinkle of a star shining bright;
The sound of a songbird’s pure tune,
And the silvery light from the moon.

And when somebody lifted the lid,
They’d be amazed to discover what I hid.